Gemotions

The heat in the garage was suffocating, and Leo could feel sweat trickling down his back. He didn't want to be here. Not looking through this box, certainly not on this scorching afternoon, and especially not reading his father’s handwritten list. Item one: "Build a birdhouse." His father, a man who barely knew a screwdriver from a hammer, wanted to build a birdhouse? Leo tossed the list aside, the paper crackling in the humid air. He considered leaving, but the memory of his sister's pleading eyes held him rooted in place. He picked up his father's dusty toolbox, and with a heavy sigh, opened it.